Too Far Gone // Carl Grimes

Chapter 8

Chapter 8:
I pulled myself outa my bunk. I pulled on some leather combat boots, skinny jeans and an old batman t-shirt. I gotta talk to Becca, I miss her so much. Dad was helping Carol in the kitchen, Glenn and Maggie were on watch in the tower. Beth was taking care of Judith and Hershel was reading. Rick and Carl were farming. Rebecca... I don't know we're she is.

I walked out passed everyone occasionally. This group was falling apart, I didn't like it. I walked around one of the corners outside the prison. As soon as I looked up i let out the loudest scream I could, alerting everyone.

Becca.

I laid my head against Becca's chest. She wasnt breathing. I let put really loud sobs, the tears werent letting up anytime soon. I heard footsteps scurrying over. I felt strong arms wrap around me. Dad. Carol crouched down beside me and rubbed my arms.

I buried my head in my dads chest, still crying. Hershel was checking Beccas breathing while Beth cried beside him. He lowered his head. She was really dead. I took of my leather jacket and put it over her. I didn't even get to apologize. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." I cried.

I heard more feet shuffling the ground quickly. They stopped. I pulled my gun out of my holster. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, not to the point were i wouldn't even get to apologize. I was coming to apologize. I wanna be with you. Best Friends Forever right?" I spoke to the body on the ground.

She had a bullet hole in the side of her head. I put the barrel of the pistol to my head. No one will miss me anyways. Daddy would get over it. The pistol was slapped out of my hand. It slid across the cold concrete. I crawled over to it and balled up into a ball next to it.

"You, you did this!" Carl whispered as he came closer to me. "HOW COULD YOU!?" He screamed as he sat his hand on his gun. My back pressed up against the wall. All i could find to say was "no no no no". "It was suicide." Dad interrupted.

"How? Why? She had everything. Her life was awesome. It was like she wasnt even in the apocalypse. She even had... Carl." I whispered the last word. The tears kept pouring down my face. I got up and ran out, grabbing the pistol off the ground.

I only heard one pair of get following me. I figured it was dad, "Daddy, I don't need a lecture on how suicide isn't right and I don't need to think about it." I snapped, turning on my heels only to see Carl. I turned back around quickly and jogged up the stairs. Carl was still following. He ran in front of me. "It isn't right." He said with a smirk. I backed up and slid down against the wall. He slid down beside me.

"I'm sorry. I know you loved her. I miss her so much. I went to apologize and thats what I saw." I exclaimed. "We'll I didn't exactly love her, we never told each other we loved one another, but I do miss her." He choked out. He hadn't been crying. I had managed to calm down just a little.

I just nodded as we sat in silence for a minute. "I didn't mean to hurt her as bad as I did that day. She called me a perv and slapped me. I was just standing up for myself. I shouldn't have called her a slut. I'm the one that kissed you first anyways. If anyone, I'm the slut." I said blinking back more tears. "I kissed you back." He chuckled, obviously trying to lighten the mood.

I let another tear fall and looked down at my hands in my lap. He looked at me for a minute. Tears blurred up my eyesight. Carl put his finger under my chin to get me to look in his eyes. He wiped a single year off my cheek. We started leaning in together. Right before our lips touched someone cleared their throught. "Nice timing Dad!" I said making sure he could hear the sarcastic attitude in my voice. 

He just chuckled. "I have perfect timing." He said. "Yea, just perfect." Carl muttered. "Boy, don't sass me. Remember, you were jus' about to kiss my daughter." Dad snapped. I stood up, "So Daddy, what do you need?" I asked getting annoyed while i pulled Carl off the ground. "I was wonderin if yall 2 wanna go on a run with me and Rick. We need some baby formula and shovels for Becca's funeral." Dad said. "Yea ill go. You wanna come Carl?" I asked turning towards him.

"Yea ill come. How long we got." Carl asked. "Tomorrow." He paused, turning around to leave, "and let go off my daughters hand pretty boy." He said as he walked down the stairs. Me and Carl both let go and went our seperate ways. I was blushing REALLY bad and if I could see Carl, I'm pretty be sure he would be to.

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